* He died doing what he loved.

* There's a letter on the floor.

* Read it?

*(YES)

-

DEAR BROTHER

. Didn't actually think I would have the guts nor the mind to write this, much more think that I would be in a situation were I could not be able to tell you any sarcastic joke about it.

. I am not really able to start this in a loose way that could make you understand where my body and soul would be located at the time of reading this.

. It was never easy for me to talk to you about how I thought or felt at times when I was unaware of the danger of my own wisdom, when I was dragged like a dog without restraint to my lowest point; even despite your efforts to accompany me when it was not necessary nor i deserved it.

. So, I'll try my hardest, to be fully honest to you by using this letter as a cheap medium, to let you know that for once in my miserable life, I'll give you the knowledge I so desperate refused to give you for all these years, believing that it would by definiton mean that you would have been able to enjoy the life in this hell called "home".

. As my last demonstration of love to you, my little brother. Papyrus.

. The full extent of the situation we were put through out these days was a mere inch of the problem we've been living through these years of living, and while I'm sure you should be more than confused by my words.

. I'm also sure that you, at least once, felt that the days and weeks where you and I participated were merely just a repetition of some twisted history, that wasn't meant to have a continuation nor an end.

. Tell me, or more likely say, tell yourself, is this the reason you weren't able to sleep in the quiet nights? The fear that you might forgot an important event if you only dared to rest your head in the pillow, while your dreams flew throught the lands of paradise?

. That unknow fear of restarting everything but with the unrequested bliss to not remember that you actually reencarneted in another day, being you and looking like yourself, but not being "you" at the end of the day?

. Could you by any chance remember the bones of your own brother going through you in a terrific and illogic situation, where the only thing you could had left in your brain was to hope that the one who was supposed to be the one to protect you, and was now destroying you inside out, it was only the representation of your wildest fears?

DEAR BROTHER

. I am truly sorry to anounce to you, that not only I couldn't protect you from the devil, but that I have also become the husk of the one you once knew as your guardian angel.

. I am now only the fallen angel who tried to fix and justify his evil actions by making other ones, in a futile intent to resolve a reality where we didn't get to decide our own path.

. For all the souls of the innocent, and for all the sins I commited, I decided that the best course of action will be to afront the one and only entity, who gets to decide wheter I should be forgiven or be hold responsible for all the damage I have caused. To all of you.

. With this, I am sure I will grant you the cuppon neccesary to achieve the place in heaven that I don't nor won't ever deserve.

. Papyrus.

. I'll be waiting you at the doors of the other side.

. The one entrance that I told you a long time ago, where only good boys would be able to cross through.

. So.

. Do you want anything?

sans

-

* The one and most pure form of love.

* Dispose of it?

*(NO)

* Sometimes.

* Ignorance is bliss.

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